Woke up in the mornin’ and I rung the bell, it’s a long way across a wishing well. Throw my pennies in one by one. They come up shinin’ like it’s just begun. They come up wishin’ on the light of the sun. They come up knowin’ that I got no gun, well, I’d fire off a round if I had it in me, but I know someday’ll be a sunshine memory…. Walkin’ around in a kindergarten haze. Oh my, what a happy game. Tell ‘um that you love ‘um till the end of your days. Tell ‘um that you need ‘um in a bad way. Oh how happy is the look on your face, when you know somebody and you want ‘um to stay. Memory is an old highway. If you drive too long you might lose your way…. Sunshine. Never had it so good, in my childhood. (Bright Sunday mornin’)